Gu Xing's pupils trembled as she looked at Meng Yu in disbelief. Her expression instantly confirmed the authenticity of the information.
When he first received the information, Meng Yu doubted the authenticity of the information. However, because he could not move around in Beijing for the past few years, he had limited information about the Gu family in Beijing.
So this time, since he had a direction, Meng Yu did not want to give up. He wanted to verify it personally.
"Meng Yu, don't talk nonsense." Gu Xing was a little flustered. She did not know how Meng Yu knew, but she could not admit it. Otherwise, if her father found out, she would be finished.
"You know very well whether I'm talking nonsense or not. I also know that you're not Gu Xing, but an orphan that your brother found to replace Gu Xing. The real Gu Xing is already dead. You killed her, didn't you?" Meng Yu said slowly.
